Roland smirks at you, before bowing down to you in a theatrical, yet earnest, way.

Hola, amigo. Roland's voice is incredibly smooth, as if he has practiced that line a million times. Maybe he has.

Roland rises slowly from his gesture of respect, looking at you with a calm, mildly entertained expression. I am Roland, in my Flambeau frame. I am an S-rank construct and member of the Gray Ravens.